The corks have no particular connection to my present thoughts.
Just thought I’d put up a picture because I spent an afternoon getting and putting them together. It was a surprisingly peaceful activity.
I don’t recall many times this year when I’ve felt peaceful or happy.
So it’s nice to be able to feel this way.
I doubt it’s because of the corks per se. More because of why I was putting them together.
Recently, I had a thought. Surprised me, because I’ve had so little energy this year that I’ve stopped expecting good thoughts/writing to emerge.
I recalled how I often pray and ask God to deliver me. Or to defend me. Especially in a year like this one, which has been decidedly difficult and doubt-filled.
But maybe the answers aren’t deliverance or defence.
Maybe the blessing of the season is that God is dealing with me.
(Again – I’m writing this and I understand it with my head, but my heart is unresponsive.)